Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2012 21:56:21 -0400
From: blm33@kc.rr.com
Subject: Shenandoah River Boys

Shenandoah River Boys

By
Bill Moretini

Matty carefully avoided the briar-covered gooseberry bushes that threatened
to swallow the deer path that lead to the Shenandoah river. Considering
that the sixteen year old was wearing open sided cut off bib overalls, no
shirt, and barefooted too, his wiry young body was vulnerable to various
kinds of hostile vegetation and weeds along the trail.

His left hand held a four foot long sapling that he thrashed the
undergrowth with to scare off snakes. His right hand held an eight foot
long sapling fishing pole, complete with line, hook, lead sinker and
cork. An empty pork 'n beans can half full of night crawler worms was
jammed down into his front pocket.

At nine in the morning, the temperature was already about eighty, and there
was little breeze to offer relief. That is why he wore no underwear.
However, that allowed his cock to swing freely and it's plump dick head rub
against his overalls, causing him to sport a partial erection as he walked
along. He didn't really mind that as long as nobody was around to notice
the long bulge trailing along the left leg of his overalls.

Matty could hear the rapids of the Shenandoah where the river ran more
swiftly before cascading over a ledge and creating a waterfall. A sizable
pool of much quieter water at the foot of the falls is where he would throw
in his line and fish for smallmouth bass or anything that would bite. He
could now smell the freshness of the water as mist rose from where the
small waterfall cascaded into the pool, and a vibrant rainbow arched above
the pool.

When he broke into the clearing beside the pool, he stopped dead in his
tracks. There, right where Matty intended to fish was a naked boy. It was
Ernie Parkinson, a schoolmate in one grade higher than himself, but two
years older.

Matty was beyond peeved. No way would he be able to catch fish with Ernie
swimming in the pool. Ernie apparently hadn't seen him yet because he was
busy whipping his mule, his pendulum balls slamming against his thighs with
every intense stroke. For meanness, Matty cleared his throat as loudly as
he could.

At first, Ernie swung around in the shallow water in front of the falls and
walked into and through them. Then his head peeked back out, water
splashing on his shoulders.

"Oh, it's just you," Ernie yelled above the noise of the waterfalls. Then
he ducked back behind the falls where he couldn't be seen.

"Yeah, it's just me, damn you Ernie Parkinson!" yelled Matty. "You're
scaring all the fish away. Get out!"

Nothing happened immediately. Then the smooth pattern of falling water
split and fell on either side of Ernie's long, hard dong. Ernie twitched it
to aggravate Matty. It worked..., but in more ways than one.

Matty's still partial erection began to stir. He was pissed, and he dropped
his fishing pole and stick to scare snakes with. He reached down and
grabbed a rock to throw. His hand with the rock was pulled back when Ernie
stepped into the open, up to his knees in water.

Matty dropped the rock. His jaw dropped too when he saw how massive Ernie's
hard cock was. Ernie grabbed his rigid meat and flipped it quickly from
side to side.

"I heard you like dick, Matty Westland," said Ernie. "How about stripping
off and coming in here behind the falls and sucking on this here sweet dick
of mine?"

It wasn't true. But due to the way Matty had starred at the large erection
of a classmate in the showers in gym class, he had been seen, and the
teasing and rumors began.

"I don't do things like that, you sick fucker! Get out of my fishing spot!"

"Aw, now don't be like that, Matty. If you'll suck mine, I'll suck
yours. How about it, sport?"

"Shit no! Please get out and let me fish there."

"By the way your overalls are pushing out, you won't be needing a worm for
bait. Looks kind of interesting too."

"Fuck you, Ernie!"

"If that's what you want, I've got plenty of spit. Looks like that bulge is
swelling. Come on in and get a piece of ass, buddy. We can swim later."

"I came here to fish!" Matty said loudly, but the thought of getting his
rocks off...something he hadn't done for two whole days..., was beginning
to weigh heavy on his mind...and his nuts.

Matty had often wondered if a man's asshole was better feeling to a dick
than a girls vagina, something he'd only experienced once. Fucking Susan
had felt okay physically, but not at all rewarding psychologically, and all
too easily forgotten later.

"Okay, I'll get out of the water and sit down beside you and talk while you
fish," said Ernie.

"Sure, if you put on some cloths," said Matty.

"Nope. It's too hot. I sit beside you naked or I'll continue
swimming. Which will it be, Matty?"

"You asshole! Okay, I guess, if you put on your underwear."

"I don't wear underwear in this heat! By the looks of that bulge in your
overalls, I'd say you aren't wearing any either. And it keeps pushing out
more all the time."

Matty had waited nearly a week for the river to clear up after a heavy rain
so that he could go fishing. And after all, he rationalized, if he ignored
Ernie's taunting, he might stop doing it. He could imagine the smell of
frying fish in his mother's kitchen, and recall the delicious flavor of
smallmouth bass.

"I've got beer in the cooler, and I promise to stop beating off. Come on,
Matty...buddy."

"You're seventeen, where did you get the beer?" asked Matty.

"It's ice cold."

"Humph! Oh, all right. It's damn hot, and I could use something moist in my
dry throat."

It was all Ernie could do to refrain from smirking. He had other ideas for
moistening Matty's dry throat. The thought made his still hard dick twitch
with lust. Fortunately for him, hesitant Matty was threading a worm onto
the hook and didn't see Ernie's dick twitch. The timing for seducing Matty
had to be just right.

Cunning Ernie waded over to the bank and climbed up it to where a small
cooler set beside his pile of cloths; what few there were. He got a couple
of frosty bottles and stepped over to where Matty sat. Matty refused to
look at the massive cock. He treated Ernie as if he wasn't there and wasn't
sitting down beside him on the cool bank. Ernie opened both bottles with
his Swiss camping knife.

"Here you go, buddy," said Ernie. "Here's to a successful day at Shenandoah
river."

Ernie was not really thinking about Matty having a successful day of
fishing, he was thinking of himself succeeding at seducing Matty. Ernie
held his bottle close to his chest and low, so that Matty would likely
glance past it and see the thumping-hard cock.

"Yeah, here's to," saluted Matty.

When Matty saw the big long dick dripping pre-cum that glistened in the
sunshine, a quake shot though him. He knew from tasting his own pre-cum
many times, how delicious it tasted. He suddenly had a strange hankering to
find out if Ernie's pre-cum tasted as good or maybe better than his own.

"I think I'll lie back on my elbows, close my eyes, and get some rays,"
said Ernie.

"You...do that," stammered Matty. "I'll just keep fishing. Uh, thanks for
the beer."

"Sure, buddy, but you owe me one."

"One what, Ernie?"

"A favor."

"Cheapskate! Don't worry, I'll pay your ass back," snapped Matty. "Now let
me fish."

"Man, the breeze feels good on my sweaty body. You should take off your
cloths and enjoy it too," coaxed Ernie.

"Shut up, Ernie!"

Ernie did shut up, but squinted his eyes nearly shut so he could see
Matty's every move. Convinced that Ernie wasn't looking, Matty slowly
turned his head and stared at Ernie's big cock with disbelief. It was far
bigger than his own in every way, and he had not seen another guy's hard
dick to compare Ernie's to.

The ridged cock was pointing straight upward as Ernie lie on his backside
and elbows. As Matty wondered what it would be like to have a cock that
big, a large pearl of glistening pre-cum bubbled out of the pink pee
slit. The seed of temptation urged Matty to fulfill his hankering to taste
it. He turned more and stared at Ernie's eyes which appeared completely
closed. Should I take the chance? Matty wondered.

Spurred on by his intense curiosity, Matty slowly hovered his finger above
the oozing liquid. Ernie was almost giddy with expectation as he watched
Matty's cautious approach through squinted eyes. Matty's index finger was
less than an inch away from the shinny pearl when he felt a strong jerk.

"Oh shit, a fish!" yelled Matty.

"Fuck the goddamn fish!" Ernie said, and raised to a sitting position.

"You weren't snoozing!" spat Matty as he fought the pull of the fish on the
line.

"Was too! Caught the damn thing so I can go swimming some more," Ernie said
angrily.

The fish put up a good fight, but Matty finally won out. Meanwhile, Ernie,
being really pissed, got to his feet and headed toward the water.

"Nice fucking fish!" hissed Ernie. "Now I'm going swimming whether you like
it or not. You might as well join me now."

"Okay, as soon as I put it on the stringer," said Matty.

Ernie could hardly believe his ears. His mind immediately returned to
plotting, although his erection had begun to wilt. He still believed that
if he tried hard enough, he could yet seduce Matty. He waded in and then
swum to the waterfall and waited in front of it.

Matty finished undressing what little he wore, than he guzzled all of his
beer, tossed the bottle down, and picked up Ernie's bottle and guzzled half
of it. He belched loudly, and then guzzled till he had finished with
Ernie's beer. Ernie watched on in puzzlement, but kept his eyes locked on
Matty's now flaccid cock.

As Matty trotted down the bank to the water's edge, his cock and nut-sac
bouncing all over the place. He did a shallow dive and came up at Ernie's
feet. When he stood up in the water, they were nose-to-nose. Ernie was even
more puzzled.

"Alright, you fucker, I know what you want," Matty said, so close that
Ernie felt his breath on his face. "Drop and start sucking!"

Stunned, but highly pleased, Ernie went to his knees in the shallow
water. He immediately sucked Matty's balls into his eager mouth. Matty
grunted loudly. Ernie reached up and tweaked Matty's prominent nipples.

"Oh! Oh wow! That feels really good!" exclaimed Matty. "But someone could
come along and see us."

Ernie spit out Matty's balls and grabbed his hand and drug him through the
falling sheet of water. On the other side, water and time had etched back
into the earth, creating a small shelf.

Ernie sat on the shelf and pulled Matty's hip up to his face. He opened his
mouth, and slid his tongue under Matty's cock which was beginning to
engorge. Matty began to squirm and moan as Ernie's mouth began to work
wonders like Matty had never imagined possible. Ernie was a damn good and
well experienced cocksucker.  But that is far from everything Ernie had in
mind. He backed off.

"You like?" he asked as he looked up at Matty.

"Hell yes! Now get back on it, you fucking pervert!"

Ernie did just that. His long, skinny middle finger began to slide over
Matty's perineum until it found his moist asshole. Matty's eyes bugged when
he felt the finger press into the soft flesh of his ring.

"What the fuck are you doing, Ernie!"

"Giving you the experience of your young lifetime. Now fill my hot mouth
with sweet cum," said Ernie, and then returned to deep-throating Matty's
thick six and a half inch cock.

"Gladly, you animal! Suck that dick, you slut! Oh! Oh shit! Your finger
feels...it feels strange! Uh, in a good way! Oh fuck Yes!"

Matty laced his fingers through Ernie's curly blond hair and held his head
firmly while he fucked his face with long slow thrusts. Ernie was moaning
with pleasure as much as Matty was. With his free hand, he grabbed a fist
full of Matty's butt cheek and squeezed hard while he gobbled Matty's cock
to the base. His finger slipped in and worked Matty's prostrate as hard as
he could. Matty caught his breath and clamped down on the probing
finger. He couldn't believe how great it all felt. Matty's moans got louder
as he felt the approach of a climax.

"Oh man! Get it, Ernie! Suck it hard! I'm getting close! Pull out now or
I'll shoot off in your mouth! NOW, Ernie!

Ernie's hand clamped down hard on Matty's butt and forced Matty's throbbing
dick deep down his throat.

"Oh...fuck! I'm coming! Ooooh fuck! Ooooooh FUCK!" yelled Matty as he
convulsed and writhed in sexual ecstasy.

Ernie would not let go. Like a crazed animal, his tongue lashed at the
bottom of Matty's gushing cock as spurt after spurt of thick cum lathered
it voluminously. Ernie swallowed gulp after gulp of the sixteen year olds'
super sweet boy juices. It seemed like the flow of semen would never stop.

Ernie felt the urgency boiling in his own nuts. His sac was drawing up
tight. The sensation was getting intense. He quickly got off of Matty's
still firm cock and stood up.

"Me, Matty! Suck me! I'm about to shoot the works!"

"I... I can't."

"To hell you can't!  I did you! Oh shit, here it comes!"

Matty could no longer fight it. He plunged down onto his knees and grabbed
the big slab of flesh and drove his head down onto Ernie's cock just as the
first blast of cum spattered against the roof of his mouth. Shocked at
first, eroticism quickly swept over him unmercifully.

"Take it, Matty! Oh yeah! Oh fuck yes! Oooooh! Suck it, man!"

Cum began to run out of the corners of Matty's mouth while more shot into
his throat. He gulped. He groaned. He sucked and slurped. He could finally
take no more. He backed off of the big cock and swallowed hard. Two more
volleys spattered on his cheek and chin. Ernie milked out the last drops of
his thick spunk, and then helped Matty to his feet.

"That was fantastic, Matty. A person would think you've be doing that for
years."

Matty was speechless. He wiped cum from his face and chin.

"What in the hell have I done? You tricked me into that, Ernie!"

"Are you saying that you regret what happened?"

"I don't know. That's not true. I guess I really did...like it. I'm so
confused. Let's get dressed. I need to get the fish home before it spoils."

******

On the bank, Matty bent over with his back to Ernie, to pick up his
overalls. Ernie stared lustily at Matty's adorable half-moon lobes.

"You'll do this again, won't you Matty?"

"What if I say yes?"

"I'll meet you here again tomorrow. I'll let you fuck me then."

"Really? I've often wondered what fucking a guy's nice tight hole would be
like."

"You'll never have a better chance to find out than this. What do you say?"

"What time?"

"Great! How about nine, before the day heats up too much?"

"I'll see."

"What! You just asked me what time, I told you, and now you say, you'll
see. Would another time be better than nine?"

"I have to think the whole thing over, Ernie. If I'm not here by nine, I
won't be at all."

Ernie's jaw went slack. A mix of anger and befudlement set in as he watched
Matty walk nonchalantly away and gleefully whistle. Ernie felt sure that
he'd have a steady fuck buddy, and now he didn't know. He had no choice but
to wait until nine AM the next day to find out.

Ernie didn't sleep well that night.